portrait of effective indolence (heat-induced version)

[lagilman]

Me, sprawled on the sunroom sofa in shorts and a tank top, laptop on lap, typing away at chapter fifteen while the ceiling fan whirrs overhead and the water fountain... well, water fountains. Pandora, sprawled on the back cushion of the sunroom sofa, paws dangling, eyes half-slitted, too tired to even look at the birds swooping foolishly past the window.

I have been good today. I have been Productive. Almost, even, as much as I needed to be.

And it's too damn warm for April. My brain is starting to feel like warm taffy. These cushions are lovely, soft and deep. But I have deadlines to keep. And many words to go before I sleep. Or something like that.

Comments

[nick-kaufmann.livejournal.com]

I am envious of anyone who can say he or she "sprawled on the sunroom sofa." A sunroom!

[lagilman]

It's lovely in warm weather. In cold weather, it's what is known as a money-sink, as all the heat goes out and the cold comes in....

But it's a very good writing-space.